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maryrose Powers

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I wasn't even aware of this practice until I received an Oregon Right to Life newsletter and read this story.

Mild Stroke Leads to Mother’s Forced Death by Starvation and Dehydration
I watched an old woman die of hunger and thirst. She had Alzheimer’s. This old woman was child-like, trusting, vulnerable, with a child’s delight at treats of chocolate and ice cream, and a child’s fear and frustration when tired or ill.

I watched her die for six days and nights. I watched her suffer, and I listened to the medical practitioners, to a son who legally decided her fate, and to an eldest daughter who advised him and told me that the old woman, my mother, was “comfortable,” except when she was “in distress,” at which times the nurses medicated her to make her “comfortable” again.

I watched the old woman develop ulcerations inside her mouth as she became more and more dehydrated; the caregivers assured me these were not painful. I listened to her breathing become more and more labored as her lungs became congested from the morphine administered every two to four hours, and later every hour. This is what morphine does, you see. It relieves pain, but its cumulative effect is that eventually it shuts down the respiratory system.

No one explained why the old woman was given morphine in the first place, since she was conscious and trying to speak. It is normal that a mild stroke causes temporary inability to swallow, slurred speech, and a severe headache, but all of these are often reversed when the stroke victim is treated and the treatment includes nourishment and water.

The explanation for not giving nourishment and water — a feeding tube and IV (intravenous) — is that these were “extraordinary measures” for keeping someone alive.

I watched the old woman day and night for six days. The first night, after the first shot of morphine, her mouth hung open and her tongue started to roll and flutter. At the same time, her jaw trembled continuously. This went on all night and into the early hours of the morning. Her mouth never closed again, except to clamp tightly on wet cloths placed on her lips. Her eyes were partially closed, but they moved back and forth, back and forth, becoming small slits after seven or eight hours, not closing fully until that long first night was over. She opened her eyes only once after that, when the nurse was late with the morphine, on the third, or maybe fourth, day.

The old woman started to moan. Not moaning, said the nurses and the old woman’s eldest daughter. Just air escaping from the lungs. Not moaning at all. The old woman’s eyes started to open, and the air escaping from the lungs sounded exactly like a moan of agony, as the old woman’s face twisted in horrible contortions.

I screamed, “Her eyes are opening. Oh, God. Oh, God!” Even as the morphine, quickly injected by a disconcerted nurse, caused the old woman’s eyes to close and her face to relax. I doubted its efficacy. I thought back to the night before when I, in tears at the old woman’s slow dying, had been confronted by a delegation of four of the nursing staff, each of them in turn trying to convince me that the old woman was not suffering in any way at all. The morphine, they said, takes away all pain.

But, I answered them, she can feel. She’s squeezing my hand and, if I try to take my hand out of hers, she squeezed tighter and, when I hold a little piece of gauze to her lips, she tries to suck the water out of it. She’s thirsty! This is a horror, this is a cruelty. No, they said. She’s not thirsty. It’s just reflex. But, I tell them, I watched her clamp her lips on the gauze so tightly that I had to pull to get it out of her mouth.

She reacts when you touch her feet, her legs, and her hair. If she can feel that, she can feel thirst, I plead with them. It’s not the same, they tell me. She’s not in pain. I look at her. But what if you’re wrong? I say. What if you’re wrong? They stand there, saying nothing. Then, one looks at the old woman and says we’d better turn her now. She and another care worker go about the business of re-positioning the old woman, to keep her “comfortable” and the other two leave.

The nights and days went in and out of focus. I sat in a chair at the side of the old woman’s bed, one hand grasped tightly by her hand. I slept an hour or two, here and there, waking always with a start. “I’m here,” I murmured, so the old woman would know I was keeping the promise I made to her on the first night, after her son and eldest daughter left to get some food, drink, and rest. I promised her then, “I will not leave here until you do.”

The old woman was fading by the fourth day. Her eldest daughter had been visiting for an hour or so each day, usually mid-morning. This daughter, a former hospital worker, lightly stroked her mother’s face and hair and timed the length of her mother’s “breath apnea,” the length of time her mother stopped breathing. She announced the number of seconds and then counted the number of breaths between each stopped breath. Seven breaths, she said. Eleven breaths.

Sometimes she described the progress of her mother’s death. She’s probably down to about 60 pounds now, she pronounced. Sometimes — I’m not sure when I first noticed it — the nurses asked us to leave while they attended to the old woman. Other times they didn’t. Once, perhaps on the fourth day, I told them I didn’t have to leave. I had watched them turn her and I had seen her tiny naked body as they gently washed her. I didn’t even flinch anymore when they injected the syringe of morphine.

We have to give her a suppository, they said. A suppository? Why? For anxiety, they said. Anxiety. So that she would appear to die with dignity. The morphine was no longer enough. This courageous old woman, who could face, who had faced, unimaginable hardships with nothing but her faith and her dignity, she could teach you about dignity, I thought to myself.

On the fifth day, the eldest daughter visited twice. On her second visit, several staff members entered the room with her. They were all talking loudly, about nothing in particular, except for one care worker, fond of the old woman, who walked over to the bed and called the old woman’s name loudly enough to interrupt the others’ light conversation. She examined the old woman’s hands, lifted the sheet covering her and looked at her legs and feet. She called the old woman’s name again, and the care worker’s face showed alarm.

How long has it been? She asked. She’s not even mottling! (Mottling is the term given to describe the blackening of the feet and hands as the body, dehydrating, tries to preserve the vital organs by stopping the flow of blood to the limbs.) You know, continued the care worker, I don’t think it’s her time. It’s been, what, five days? If she had been ready to go, she’d have gone in 24 hours. The room went quiet. The care worker and I looked at each other. You’re right, I said. The eldest daughter and one of the nurses began to tell her she was wrong, and a nurse hustled her out of the room.

By the sixth night I was not sure I could go on. I slept for an hour or so every four or five hours. I still sat in the chair by her bed, but now I slept with head on the bed, near her stomach. The old woman’s breathing was labored, her will to live defying the system and the foolish young doctor who, on that first night, gave her 24 hours to live, as though he were God Himself.

My heart was breaking for her. I could do nothing to save her, could do nothing but suffer with her. I cried much of the time, but softly, so she would not know. I didn’t want to add to her agony. I had been there six days. She could no longer hold my hand, so I slipped my hand gently under hers. I felt an anguish so profound that I began to wonder if I could survive it.

In a split second, the frown that had creased the line between her brows was smoothed away. Her head rested gently to one side. Two care workers entered the room. I saw them in my peripheral vision, but I kept my gaze on the old woman. We’re just going to turn her, one of the workers said. No, I said, my mother is dying. One of them left to get a nurse, and then the old woman — my dear mother, my little, child-like, beautiful mother — died.

I put my arms around her, kissed her poor, closed eyes and her now relaxed mouth, and held her limp, tiny body, no more struggling for breath. I watched an old woman die of hunger and thirst. I watched her die for six days and nights. I watched her suffer, and struggle, and hold onto life.

She had not always found life easy, but she had always found it worthwhile. She was 94 years old. She had been born and had lived all her life in Canada. She had worked hard all her life, married, raised three children, voted, paid taxes, saved enough money to buy her own home, obeyed the laws, donated to charity, done volunteer work, paid her bills, and given much love and brought much joy to many, many people in her 94 years.

In return, in the spring of 2009, her son and her eldest daughter, with the permission and assistance of the law, because this old woman had had a mild stroke, refused her food and water. She could not swallow, so she would have needed the food and water administered artificially.

And the youngest daughter could do nothing except watch her mother die slowly, and write this, in the hope that my mother’s death, like her life, will have made a difference.

[Kate Kelly writes for Human Life Alliance. This story was posted on LifeNews.com on January 13, 2017.
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Heartbreaking. Who knows what's ahead for any of us!

maryrose, Jun 12, 2017

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AED Powers

maryrose said: ↑

Heartbreaking. Who knows what's ahead for any of us!
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Mary rose I have taken to offering to the Lord my death and all its pains in union with His Sacred Heart for my own soul and for the conversion of sinners. I don't know what the circumstances will be but I may very well not be lucid or even conscious so I have been making this prayer of surrender to God's will for my death lest the offering of it at the time may be impossible. Accounts like this just confirm me in this resolve. The Pieta prayer book has a prayer consecrating the last two hours of our lives to the Immaculate Heart.

AED, Jun 12, 2017

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padraig Powers

padraig, Jun 12, 2017

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earthtoangels Guest

Hey Padraig.....did you hear anything about this?:

http://spiritdaily.org/blog/apparitions/are-we-to-believe

earthtoangels, Jun 13, 2017

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Katfalls Powers

padraig said: ↑

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Yes, we had a terrible storm go through my area of the upper peninsula of Michigan yesterday. Still several thousand without power, including me. We are blessed to have a generator, and it is an opportunity to see what I need to do to be more prepared. Lots of lightning, 60 mph winds and hail and it came in waves.

Katfalls, Jun 13, 2017

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padraig Powers

earthtoangels said: ↑

Hey Padraig.....did you hear anything about this?:

http://spiritdaily.org/blog/apparitions/are-we

I kind of accidently became privy to information which is confidential so I can't comment.
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padraig, Jun 13, 2017

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Don_D ¡Viva Cristo Rey!

Katfalls said: ↑

Yes, we had a terrible storm go through my area of the upper peninsula of Michigan yesterday. Still several thousand without power, including me. We are blessed to have a generator, and it is an opportunity to see what I need to do to be more prepared. Lots of lightning, 60 mph winds and hail and it came in waves.
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Glad to hear you are weathering the storm! This is a good reminder (along with padraig's post) that we should all take these events seriously if we are able and prepare beforehand. We may give needed relief and shelter to those around us less able to do so.

Don_D, Jun 13, 2017

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Don_D ¡Viva Cristo Rey!

Not at all? Shoot, now we will really be wondering about it.

Don_D, Jun 13, 2017

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padraig Powers

England is still getting it hot and heavy, huge tower block on fire. I am sure this is a chastisement and a warning. But who is listening?

padraig, Jun 14, 2017

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garabandal Powers

padraig said: ↑

England is still getting it hot and heavy, huge tower block on fire. I am sure this is a chastisement and a warning. But who is listening?

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There may be dozens of people unaccounted for -- I think the fire spread very quickly.

Pray for the poor souls who died.

garabandal, Jun 14, 2017

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maryrose Powers

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Mary rose I have taken to offering to the Lord my death and all its pains in union with His Sacred Heart for my own soul and for the conversion of sinners. I don't know what the circumstances will be but I may very well not be lucid or even conscious so I have been making this prayer of surrender to God's will for my death lest the offering of it at the time may be impossible. Accounts like this just confirm me in this resolve. The Pieta prayer book has a prayer consecrating the last two hours of our lives to the Immaculate Heart.
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My mother prayed that prayer in the Pieta book consecrating the last 2 hours of her life to Our Lady every day. In her last 2 h o ours she said the rosary and the Chaplet of Mercy a d was anointed just as she died. Everything was as she would have wanted. Thank you for reminding me. What a good thought to offer our death in union with the Sacred Heart of Jesus whilst we still have our faculties.

maryrose, Jun 14, 2017

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Carol55 Ave Maria

That fire in London looks/looked horrible! I'm praying for the victims also.

I just came across the following story, http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-06-14/police-release-image-of-man-after-andrew-bolt-attacked/8617846 .
Since I am from the USA I am not familiar with this conservative commentator Andrew Bolt but this appears to be popping up in many forms across the world. I am thinking of the shooting in Alexandria this morning which has it's own thread. Scary.

Carol55, Jun 14, 2017

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padraig Powers

Carol55 said: ↑

That fire in London looks/looked horrible! I'm praying for the victims also.

I just came across the following story, http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-06-14/police-release-image-of-man-after-andrew-bolt-attacked/8617846 .
Since I am from the USA I am not familiar with this conservative commentator Andrew Bolt but this appears to be popping up in many forms across the world. I am thinking of the shooting in Alexandria this morning which has it's own thread. Scary.
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Wow !! I wonder, I wonder... Thank God for the dogs

padraig, Jun 14, 2017

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Fatima Powers

Note from the translator to the web master at www.afterthewarning.com :

Dear Jimmy, Below is a translation of the second message given in Zaro on June 8. As you'll see, it is very serious (we lived in Paris for 20 years); if Zaro came to public attention - in Italy at least - it was at least partly because in 1995 a vision was given of the destruction of the Twin Towers six years later...
Lord, have mercy!

Message from Our Lady to Angela- June 8th, 2017
Our Lady of Zaro

This evening Our Mother appeared as Mother and Queen of all peoples. Her dress was rose-coloured, and the mantle surrounding it was blue-green.
Mother was very sad; in her right hand she had a long rosary of light that went almost down to her feet. In her left hand she had a small golden scepter. Mother was resting her feet on the world, where scenes of wars and violence of various kinds could be seen. Part of the world was covered with blood. Under the world there was a carpet of flowers.

May Jesus Christ be praised

"My dear children, thank you that tonight that you have again answered and welcomed my call, hastening into my blessed forest.
Dear children, tonight I once more come here among you to ask you for prayer. Pray, children, pray very much, prayer is a very powerful weapon and only with it you can bear the weight of the trials that will come.
Children, the road that leads to my Son is long and tiring, but you do not fear, I will be next to you and will always support you. Many are the enemies that surround you and hide themselves to keep you away from the truth. Remember that my son Jesus is the truth!
My children, please, act as true children of light, renounce evil, and do not return evil for evil, but exchange evil for good and learn to bless your enemies. Make sure that those who are with you and observe you see in you the presence of my son Jesus, as I have always taught you.
My children, what must happen in the world will be terrible, but I will be next to you, I will be your lamp and your shelter. I am here to lead you all to my Son.
My children, I ask you once more to remain on your knees in front of the Blessed Sacrament, be reconciled to God through the sacrament of confession, and when you feel weak and without strength, feed on Jesus. The Eucharist will give you strength and will always sustain you."
Then Mother said to me: "Look ......."
Suddenly I found myself in Paris and precisely in front of the Eiffel Tower; it was as if wrapped in flames and people were fleeing helter-skelter. Then I saw behind the tower and precisely to the left a large white palace. This palace was very large. First all the glass exploded, then came a strong explosion, and finally a pile of rubble and dust. Piercing cries could be heard and there was blood everywhere. Then I saw other explosions and various massacres.
Our Mother went on: "My daughter, look at how much evil and how much pain there is in the world. All this makes me suffer greatly, my heart is ever more torn and ever more cries of the innocent come to me. Pray much for peace, pray for those dark days that will overwhelm all humanity. Pray, pray, pray. "
Finally Mother blessed everyone. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Fatima, Jun 14, 2017

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earthtoangels Guest

Then I saw behind the tower and precisely to the left a large white palace

......could that palace possibly be the Trocadero, across the Seine from the Eiffel tower?

The well-known photograph of Adolf Hitler at the Trocadéro on June 23, 1940.

Jardins du Trocadéro with the Eiffel Tower in the background

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trocadéro

earthtoangels, Jun 15, 2017

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HeavenlyHosts Powers

Thanks for posting this, Fatima
I got behind in reading the Zaro
Messages

Very dire
I was at the Novena to Our Lady of Perpetual Help today
At the end of the Novena
People line up to kiss the miraculous icon
I invariably experience Our Lady's presence
I can tell that the priest does as well
I always love going there
Truly I feel Blessed Mother next to me
Thank God

HeavenlyHosts, Jun 15, 2017

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HeavenlyHosts Powers

ETA
It surely could be the Trocadero
Looks like a large white palace all right
In the same place that was indicated by
Our Lady

HeavenlyHosts, Jun 15, 2017

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Carol55 Ave Maria

In the past few weeks, the Earth has been hit with some earthquakes with a magnitude greater than 4.0. There was one on a Greek Island which is responsible for one death and one in Guatemala which is responsible for 5 deaths. There has also been a swarm of earthquakes in Yellowstone, yesterday one was 4.5. Here https://www.youtube.com/user/dutchsinse/videos you can find Dutch's latest videos. I am mentioning this because NASA's Sofia was spotted over Yellowstone monitoring the situation. I suppose that is a good thing but consider this a heads up in advance just in case. Please pray for those who have been injured or killed in any of the recent earthquakes and to mitigate any future occurrences, thank you.

Carol55, Jun 16, 2017

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MMM Archangels

Bill 89 passed in Ontario, Canada making foster parents, adoptive parents and possibly even genetic parents unfit if they don't accept the liberal gender nonsense.

This 12 min video will show you how bad things are here.

MMM, Jun 16, 2017

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Don_D ¡Viva Cristo Rey!

MMM said: ↑

Bill 89 passed in Ontario, Canada making foster parents, adoptive parents and possibly even genetic parents unfit if they don't accept the liberal gender nonsense.

This 12 min video will show you how bad things are here.

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WOW MMM, this is horrendous, I hope and pray for everyone who faces persecution at the hands of the state regarding this. I hope that all families will be protected from this evil. There has to be some backlash to this bill legally to get rid of it.

Don_D, Jun 16, 2017

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